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Of all the women in White Horse, the Countess alone was qualified to assume charge of an innocent child like this, and he determined to call upon her as soon as he had summoned medical assistance. When, without protest, Rouletta followed him into his snug living- quarters, Doret thought again of the ruffian from whom he had rescued her and again he breathed a malediction.
Dat's wort' five dollar." The Lieutenant wiped the liquor from his face. "Quick work, Doret," he said. "I owe you one." Gale's face was hidden as he bent over the prostrate man, fingering a long and ragged cut which laid the fellow's scalp open from back of the ear to the temple, but he mumbled something unintelligible. "Is he hurt badly?" "No, you chipped him too low," said the trader.
The two made their way into the improvised barber shop. "You've got me wrong," Doret still insisted. "Who is it, Lem?" Bella demanded at the door. As she spoke an expression of geniality overspread her face, daubed with paint and discontent. "Why, I'll tell you I'm June Bowman." "That don't mean anything to us," Lemuel continued. "The best thing you can do is keep right on going."
"You were doing well up the river, and you were happy. Here you spend your money; you gamble, you drink the town is spoiling you just as it is spoiling the others." "Um-m! Mebbe so," the man confessed. "Never I felt lak I do lately. If I don' come in town to-day I swell up an' bus'. I'm full of t'ing' I can't say." "Go to work somewhere." "For wages? Me?" Doret shook his head positively.
I used to carry my religion in my wife's name, when I had a wife." "You can pray?" Tom shook his head doubtfully. "I'd be sure to make a mess of it." Doret sank to a seat; he lowered his head upon his hands. "Me, too," he confessed. "Every hour I mak' prayer in my heart, but I can't spik him out." "If I was a good talker I'd take a crack at it," Jerry ventured, "but I'd have to be alone."
Whilst they were anxiously debating, some one or other among his suite presented a sailor to him, a Lieutenant Doret, who had a scheme for reaching America to lay before him. As a matter of fact, a brig from the States and a merchant vessel were lying in the harbor. "'But how could you set about it, captain? the Emperor asked him.
He began to undo the fastenings of a parcel he carried in his arms, for Napoleon Doret had brought other things from Dawson besides his gifts to the children. Necia snatched at the package. "Don't you dare open it! Why, that's half the fun." She was a child herself now, her face flushed and her hands a-tremble.
Their sense of helplessness oppressed the men heavily; their concern increased as the hours dragged along and the life within the girl flared up to a blaze or flickered down to a mere spark. Doret was in a pitiable state, on the verge of exhaustion, for his vigil had been long and faithful; it was a nightmare period of suspense for him.
As they breasted the swirling snowflakes Doret told himself that, pending Sam Kirby's return to sanity, this sick girl needed a woman's care quite as much as a doctor's; naturally his thoughts turned to the Countess Courteau.
Runnion's displeasure was even more open, and he fell into foul-mouthed mutterings, addressing himself to Poleon and Stark while the trader was out of earshot. "This affair don't smell right, and I still think it's a frame-up." "Bah!" exclaimed Doret. "The old man sent the girl on ahead of us to blanket all the good ground. That's what he did!" "Dat's fool talk," declared the Frenchman.
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